Who needs paper or a canvas when they’ve got a body (or a mat, or an easel) to create their latest masterpiece on?
Trust me, I’m not going to draw on the mat.
And I’m so good. I use my easel.
You’re not in trouble because you told the truth.
I’d be in trouble if I wasn’t so damn cute.
Michelangelo who? I am the real masterpiece!
‘Did you go to the toe doctor?’ I asked my three-year-old grandson, Patrick, recently. He looked at me with a completely blank expression, the sort
I’m not one to blow my own trumpet—well, not usually—but I thought I’d write about this in the hope that my grandchildren might read it
I’ve always had a love of the theatre, and thankfully that love seems to have transferred to my children as well. Over the years, we’ve
There is something very special about finding a sport that brings people together, regardless of age, ability or whether they can see the ball. That
